Authors note: Hey guys, sorry it's been a few days. Work has been crazy and when I come home all I wanna do is sleep. Yawn.
But I'm back on a computer today and I should be able to update Monday too! Lucky you. I will not lie, it has taken me ages to write this chapter. I am ill and unfocused but I really wanted to update so just bare with me on this guys..

Chapter 11 – CRASH

12 weeks. I am 12 weeks pregnant and now it's really obvious. This little bump that popped out of nowhere, will not hide underneath any of my clothing. I sigh. We are telling Christian's family today and I want it to be a surprise. I pull out t-shirt after t-shirt and nothing is hiding this thing!
Sod it I whisper and grab one of Christian's t-shirts. It definitely hides the baby! I pair it with my jeans and boots. I look too casual but I don't care.
I grab the pile of little parcels from off of the bed and make my way to kitchen, I need food. On the counter, bacon and pancakes were calling my name. I place the parcels down besides me and dig into my food. Mmm, Mrs Jones – you are a goddess. Every morning she has food sat waiting for me. I can eat for the whole of Seattle. I am never full. God this baby is going to be huge!
Christian comes in to join me, looking absolutely delicious. I want to get lost in this man but I know if I start, I won't stop.
"Morning baby" and his smile is huge. Ever since we saw the first picture of the baby, Christian has had a grin on his face every darn morning.
"Morning Mr Grey" I reply sweetly.
I know he's excited to tell his family. Of course we could not hide it from Grace but she's still keeping it to herself- even from Carrick!
We decided to give gifts with the surprise on them. It was purely my idea and Mr grumpy didn't want to partake in anything funny, but I persuaded him anyway.
Using that top notch camera I got Christian on our honeymoon, we snapped pictures of us in front of the oven. Like the comical genius I am, I placed a freshly cooked – thank you Mrs Jones – bun in the center of the oven.
Bun in the oven. We had the pictures printed and placed into frames – written on the back are words edited for each person.
Grace and Carrick's are for grandma and grandpa. Elliott and Kate's say auntie and uncle and of course Mia's also says auntie. I'm practically giddy to see their responses.
"Is that my t-shirt?" Christian cock his eyebrows. Oops, you caught me. I flush.
"maybe. I might be getting too big for mine" I don't know what but this thought makes me embarrassed. Christian stands from the stool and holds out his hand for me to follow. Once stood, he pulls the back of his t-shirt so it goes tight around my bump. His eyes are stuck on my belly. He crouches down and places his lips onto my stomach. I close my eyes and relish in his touch. This moment felt so intimate. I wish I could freeze time.
"I love you" he whispers and I wasn't sure if he was speaking to me or the baby, but I respond anyway.
"We love you more".
Christian stands back up and places a kiss on my forehead.
"Go brush your teeth and we will leave. I can't wait anymore" I nod and head straight towards our bathroom. I brush my teeth as quickly as I can. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my face has got fatter. My cheeks are like those of a hamster. Ugh, this part I do not like. I peer down and my breasts also are huge – but Christian loves that.
I hear Christian call my name and get pulled out of my thoughts. I place my hand on my bump.
"Right baby, lets go tell everyone you are coming circa 7 months!" and I rush back down the stairs.

I swear Christian has told Taylor to drive like an old lady cause I swear he never used to drive this slow. I stifle a laugh. Oh fifty. I catch Christian's attention and he smirks at me, turning his head to the side.
"Something funny Mrs Grey?" I roll my eyes. He always wants to know what I'm thinking.
"No sir" I reply and continue to look out of the window.
The Grey's family home always looks spectacular to me. I would have loved to have grown up in a house such as this.
We walk through the front door and I can hear everyone before I see them. I make sure my bump is hidden still and head towards the voices. Everyone's here and the room is alive. Christian takes my jacket and hands it to some girl I have never seen before. I guess she is new? Either way I instantly don't like her. Stop looking at my husband. Jeez Ana, you are becoming more possessive and jealous of your fifty each day.
We are all sat in the family room, talking about life and catching up with another. I have this massive surge of anxiety in me and I know soon they are all going to know about blip. Christian has his hand on my knee and every now and then he'll give it a squeeze. The parcels we brought are in a gift bag on the floor and I can see Mia eye them up every now and then.
"What's in the bag?" She finally cocks up the courage to ask and I look at fifty. His expression is ' Shall we do it now' and I merely shrug my shoulders. Your call Grey.
"Anastasia and I have gifts for you. But you have to wait till I say to open it" and he eyes directly at Mia. I've seen her on Christmas day, she is not patient. I laugh. I love how apart of this family I have become. Since day one, the Grey's have treated me like their own and I couldn't wish for anything better.
Christian hands out one present to each couple and Mia and then sits back down next to me. He takes hold of my hand and all of the Grey's eyes are on us. I can Christian trying to hide that big grin of his. Mr merciful must keep up his serious facade.
"Okay, open" he speaks and they all tear into the paper. Elliott and Kate open theirs first and I can see confusion on Kate's face. Mia squeals and jumps up and down on the spot. Grace is crying and Carrick is shaking his head with astonishment.
I can see the cogs turning in Kate's head and she joins Mia in the squealing. I am laughing my head off at my sisters figure out they are going to be aunties.
"Congratulations bro" Elliott says and hugs Christian.
"Ana! ANA!" Kate screams "you're pregnant! Omg, oh my gosh" and she hugs me tightly. Carrick gives Christian a hug whilst I am squashed between Grace and Mia. There was so much love and care in this room that I knew this baby was going to be the most loved baby in the world.
We all had dinner and talked and talked about the oncoming delight of baby Grey. Elliott asked about the changes to the house and I completely forgot about that. Of course we needed a nursery. The house was nearly complete. We just needed to add our furnishings and decorate. Christian wanted us in there before I became heavily pregnant and I agreed. Nothing worse than deciding to move when carrying a basketball on your stomach!
We were at the Grey's for the majority of the day but as soon as a yawn escaped my lips, Christian decided it was time to head home. I agreed. My eye lids were getting droopy.
I must have fell asleep on the drive home. I felt a duvet being pulled towards my neck and a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Sleep baby, I love you" and I mumbled incoherent words back and heard him laugh as I drifted to a deep sleep.

-x-

I feel a kiss on my nose and open my eyes. Bright gray eyes stare back at me. God he is so fucking beautiful. I go to move but he holds me down.
"I have a breakfast meeting today baby, so stay here. Sleep. I'll see you when I get done". I glance at the clock and it's 6am. Ew. No, that is too early. I think for once I will do as I am told and sleep some more. Well, at least until I go to work.
"I'm at work till 5" I repeat and I can see him frown. Oh no, here we go again, the oncoming protest.
"Ana, you need to rest. It's not just you now. They can cope without you" I roll my eyes.
"Christian, I want to work. I will work. I am going to work" I can feel his hands tighten next to me, he's angry – whats new!
"You are so maddening. I have to go. I love you, be safe. Take Sawyer. No buts or protests Ana. I don't want to hear it. I'll pick you up at 5" and he leaves the room. I sigh and stretch out my arms and legs. I end up rolling over on to Mr Angrys side and fall back asleep breathing in his sent.
The alarm wakes me up – that hour and a half flew by. I head to the shower and rinse away all the nights warmth. My bump feels smaller today, praise the lord. A floaty blouse should be able to hide this today.
I come down to the kitchen where eggs and toast are made for me. I wolf it down and swig my tea. 8.30 and I am out of the door. Sawyer in toe.
"There seems to have been an incident on the 405 Mrs Grey, so I will have to take a different route".
"Okay, no problem" and we pull out of the garage.
That familiar ping of my blackberry goes off and I see an email from a Mr Grey.

From: Christian Grey
Subject: Feeding time
Date: August 14 2012 8:37
To: Anastasia Grey

My meetings end at 12 so I wondering if you would like to go for lunch?

I don't think I can wait till 5pm to see you.

I miss you already

Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, INC.

I reply quickly.

From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: At the zoo?
Date: August 14 2012 8:40
To: Christian Grey

I guess you've already checked my schedule and saw I was free?
Sure, I would never pass off lunch with my delectable husband.

I miss you too, We love you.

xx

Anastasia Grey

I'm not sure what happened next. I heard Screeching, Sawyer pronouncing fuck about 50 times and a car heading straight towards my side. It felt like time stood still and the oncoming car was moving as slowly as possible. I didn't have time to think. Sawyer, was trying his best to swerve the car but it was too late. The impact was sudden. I felt my whole body jolt against my seat belt. The car door crushed against the right side of my body and I was forced to move across the back car seat. My head was screaming in pain and I could feel the blood trickling down my forehead.
"MRS GREY!" Sawyer was shouting but the car hit ours so hard that we had traveled across the road.
"Shit, shit shit" he was repeating and trying to clamber out of the car.
"Hold on Mrs Grey" but I couldn't respond. My whole body was in pain. My thought went straight to the baby. Please not again. Please no. I need Christian.
"I'm calling an ambulance Mrs Grey, hold on" Sawyer's voice was getting higher and he knew the amount of shit he was going to be in when Christian gets a hold of him.
I was trying to keep my thoughts alive and count to ten. My eyes were closed and I know I can open them but I was too scared to see the state of me.
I could hear other people around the car fussy but Sawyer was taking charge and trying to get them to back off.
Sawyer opened the door from the other side and I could feel his hands on my head.
"Mrs Grey" he spoke and I opened my eyes. Sawyer had blood on his face and a nasty gash on his cheek.
I look at Sawyer straight in the eyes and I know he knows who I want. I start to cry, really cry. I can't move. The car door has me pinned on one side. I try to move my fingers to show me that I still have control of my body. To my relief my finger moves but there is pain.
I've felt pain before with Jack but I would take that now. I would welcome it. This, this was worse. Every bone in my body felt broke. I could feel blood spread around my head and down my back.
All the bruises that had cleared up, I'm pretty sure have resurfaced. My neck feels stiff and it hurts to move. I should have stayed home. I should have taken fifties advice and just work from home, but no – I am stubborn and I chose to leave. God fucking damn it, I am in so much fucking pain. I sob and sniffle wishing someone would come save me from this nightmare.

My attention drifts to the voice outside – I can hear Sawyer on the phone,
"I know. I need Mr Grey NOW" he shouts "It's urgent. Tell him it's fucking urgent". I've never heard Sawyer so angry before. I just want Christian. I want to get out of this car and head home. I continue to cry until I hear the ambulance sirens answer my calls.

Christian P.O.V

I'm in a meeting with Hodges who is trying to convince me with his presentation. I'm not really listening as I just want to be with Ana, work days are dull. Every now and then I write down notes on my pad but I know that I'm just humoring the guy with this. He's isn't getting anywhere fast. His presentation is full of shit and I know he's nervous cause beads of sweat fall down his forehead. He tries to wipe them off discretely but it fails. I can hear some commotion outside and Hodges turns to the closed door. I nod my head trying to tell him to continue. The sooner you finish the sooner I can get the fuck out of here. The voice outside doesn't calm and it's really starting to fuck me off so I hold one finger up to Hodges to tell him to stop. I head to the door and Andrea is on the phone and I can hear a male shouting at her.
"I'm.. I'm sorry Mr Grey, but it's urgent" my scalp prickles. I take the phone from her hand and I can hear Sawyer swearing multiple times in a row. Sawyer? He was with Ana. Fuck. My stomach churns and I feel like I am going to be sick.
"MR GREY!" Sawyer shouts and I can't really understand he is saying as he is speaking too fast.
"the fucking car came from nowhere. I tried to swerve but it hit us". It hit us. It. Hit. us. My Ana. NO!
"Ana?" Was all I could choke out.
"It's bad sir, really fucking bad. The ambulance has just arrived" Fuck. My world stops. Ana, the baby!
"I'll be there" and I don't know where 'where' is but I will go to her.
"ANDREA! DROP EVERYTHING. I NEED TO GO". I walk to Taylor who is sitting in the empty office.
"Taylor. We need to go. NOW!" I shout and tell him to head to the hospital. I can't function. I can't think straight. My world is in that ambulance. We were in a good place. We were happy! Yet something has to come along and fuck it up.
I am angry. I should have made her stay home. I can feel myself tighten. Ana isn't to work. This confirms it. I will not let her leave that apartment without me.
My mood changes as fast as it comes. Ana. I wonder how she is, is she alive? Sawyer didn't say.
It's bad sir, really fucking bad his worlds play back in my head. Fuck, I prompt Taylor to driver faster. I need to be with her.
We pull up at the hospital and I practically jump out of the car. I head to reception and the young woman looks at me and flutters her eyelids. Fucking really?
I ignore her. I need my wife.
"Anastasia Grey" I speak and she types into her computer.
"No sir, there is no one admitted with that name". I frown. Where is she? I walk back towards the front to call Sawyer when an ambulance turns up. I watch intently as I see Sawyer step out from the back. My heart stops. She's in there. I race over and try to see my wife.
I feel sick.
Ana is on the trolley, her small head in a brace. There is blood covering her face. My heart stops. My poor Ana. White blankets cover the rest of her body but Sawyer was right, this is really fucking bad.
They push her into the hospital and nurses come to collect her. The paramedics are filling them in on the information.
"This is Anastasia. A 22 year old female. She is pregnant and has sustained serious head injuries as well as leg. She was crushed by a car on her right side. The fire department cut her free". The words he spills make me feel queasy. How can this happen? Why can this happen. I want to find the asshole who was in the other car and kill him.
I follow them as they head towards double doors and a nurse stops me.
"Sir, you'll have to wait in the waiting room. We will come get you when we have more information". I want to shout and scream but I can't. I don't have a voice. My whole life has been wheeled away from me and I feel empty.
Sawyer is talking to Taylor and I know he's going to be beating himself up about this for months to come.
I walk over and Sawyer flinches slightly. I don't even have the energy to be mad at him.
"Sir" he starts "I'm sorry. The car- it came from out of nowhere. I tried. I really fucking tried but it was too fast".
I hold my hand up "Just go get yourself looked at, Luke". He smiles but it wasn't out of happiness. I tell Taylor to go with him. I need to be alone.
It feels like hours but it's only been minutes. Nothing yet. I don't have any fucking clue what is going on and I am not a patient man.
I waltz up to reception and demand to talk to someone. After many ' you'll have to wait sir' and 'there will be someone out shortly' the dumb blonde girl finally got someone to speak to me.
A nurse comes out and spills some crap to me that I can't go in until they stabilize Ana. She tells me that she's lost a lot of blood and her injuries on her right side are showing serious. They are worried about her head trauma as she seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness.
"And the baby?" I ask. I seem to ask this question more than I thought I would.
"The baby seems healthy and okay sir, we did an ultrasound. Mrs Grey and your baby are seriously lucky. I'll come grab you when we have moved her to the recovery suite" and she walks back behind those double doors.
The baby is okay. Ana is will be okay. I feel a little weight off of my shoulders. Taylor walks back to me and explain Sawyer is getting stitches.
"Can I get you anything sir?" he asks but what will help me now? I just want to see Ana.
"No. You can leave Taylor when Sawyer is released. I am staying here" and he nods. we've been here before.
I step outside and phone my mother. She's the best person to have around me in these situations, plus her Dr status get hers an inside look at Ana.
I dial her number and it doesn't take long for her to answer.
"Hello darling" and even just her voice makes me relax slightly. Oh mom.
"Mom, can you come to the hospital please? Soon as you can" I can here her intake a breath. Yes mom, something bad has happened again.
"What's happened. Yes, yes, I'm on my way" I can hear her in the background picking her up car keys.
"It's Ana" I say and I want to cry.
"I'll be there soon Christian" she repeats and the phone goes dead. I need my mom. I need my Ana.
25 minutes feels like 25 years but incomes Dr Grace with that worried look plastered on her face.
"Oh my darling boy, what's going on?" She asks and I can't even bring myself to speak. I am full of emotions that I can't control.
I cry. Grace puts her arms around my shoulders and pulls me into her. I don't think I have cried on my mom apart from when we lost the baby.
"Christian, honey – tell me".
I sniff and pull my body out of her embrace.
"Ana was in a car accident. I don't know the gory details, but it's bad mom. She was pale and covered in blood when they brought her in. They won't let me be with her. I need her mom".
She puts her hand on my cheeks. "the baby?" She presses and I know what she is thinking.
"They said the baby is fine. But Ana, mom. She was lifeless. What if.." I trail of but stop.
My mom heads to the dumb blonde at reception and her eyes light up.
"Oh Dr Grey, how lovely to see you" I shift in the seat. Lovely? How is it lovely exactly? She makes me angry. I'd fire that girl if she were mine.
"Not lovely today Julie. What room have they taken Anastasia Grey too?" She presses and this Julie girl um's and ah's, but gives Grace the information. She looks at me and I nod and watch my mother head to where I want to be.

Ana P.O.V

My head, my side. It's so fucking painful. My eyes are closed but I feel semi alert. I can hear people fussing around me.
"Mrs Grey? Anastasia. Can you hear me?" Some voice speaks to me but I have no idea who it is. I only want to hear one voice right now. Even though my eyes are shut I can still feel how bright it is above me. I feel drunk. My mind is bobbing all over the place. I know I'm laying down but I feel like I am at sea.
I still hear all the commotion and I can feel hands prodding and poking me. Ouch, that hurts. Someone is wiping my face with something damp and that feels oddly soothing considering the amount of pain I'm in. I squint and I slowly open my eyes. There are about 3 faces above me. I have no idea who any of them are. I start to panic.
"Anastasia, hello. Calm down. You are in hospital. There was an accident" this woman tries to explain to me but I can't calm. I need him, I need Christian. I try to speak but I can't. Tears spring to my eyes and I just want him to stroll into this make shift room and hold my hand.
"Please calm down Mrs Grey" but I sob and sob.
"Christian" I choke out and I sound as if I have smoked about 50 cigarettes.
"Mr Grey is in the waiting room, he'll be with you when we get you sorted" she explains but I want him now.
Please just get me him. I want to turn my head but they have this orange brace on my head. All I can do is look forward and see the faces that peer in my peripheral vision.
Then I see her and to me she's like an angel. Grace peers over and wipes her hand across my head.
I cry more knowing that she's the closing thing I am going to have to Christian right now.
"Shh, darling. You're okay honey. We'll look after you".

I have had x-rays, I have had test after test. I've been poked and prodded to my limit and I just want Christian. I want to sleep but the stupid nurse keeps waking me up cause of my head trauma. It's precaution she tells me. I want to roll my eyes but I don't. I am on medication that I can't pronounce the name of but the liquid gold has made the pain die down for now.
I'm being moved into my private sweet courtesy of my husband. I have been introduced to my nurse known as Abigail. She doesn't seem much older than me but my life is in her hands. The room looks fancier than I expected but then what do I expect? You're Mrs Grey.
I've been told I am on lucky son of a bitch – not in those words of course.
I have managed to escape with a linear fracture to the skull, My right leg is fractured and my right side is black, blue and bruised.

I thank god for Christian making us drive in those SUV's. That car saved my life.

Nurse Abigail leaves and I'm hooked up to machine, after machine. One monitoring me and the other the baby.
My little trooper is holding on and I am so fucking grateful. I couldn't lose him. I couldn't take it.
I hear a knock at the door and behind the frame I see Christian stick his head in. Our eyes meet and suddenly I feel safe.
He practically runs over to me and places his hands on my face, in my hair – being ever so gentle.
I feel this over powering emotion of love and I weep.
"Oh Ana" he starts and he is weeping too.
"I'm so.. so.. glad you're here. They.. wouldn't.. wouldn't get you for me" I sniffle out and I'm so fucking tired.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else. I love you" he sighs "I thought I'd lost you both again". And then he kisses my forehead.
I can't focus anymore and I close my eyes. I need to repair. I need to sleep. I can hear Christian talking to someone but I use his voice to soundtrack me into a slumber. He's here and he won't leave me.

Authors note: Funnily enough before anyone asks, I am not a Dr and my facts and timings on this hospital trip are probably NOT correct.
It's a story and I doubt I will ever get my facts straight. Just let me write these chapters and just enjoy reading them!

Next one will be on Monday. Are any of you seeing Fifty Shades Darker this weekend? I'm going in a couple of weeks and I am so excited. I am obsessed. I've re-read the books and Grey since and I'm still having withdrawals. Sigh, the life of a Fifty Shade fan girl.

See ya!